To who ever used my suicidegirls practice set to make a fake myspace and pretend to be me and whore me around the internet and print out pictures of me just to jizz all over them and then take a picture of the cumstained photos and post them back to myspace, all I can say to you is this:

Alright, so I just joined the site with a one year membership, complimentary of course since my set was painfully rejected and my heart broken. Now that I get to see all the terrifically fantastic girls on here, I see why. This is going to be harder than imagined, and 3 months is a long time to wait to get to try and POSSIBLY be... Read More

Well, I don't know if I'd say hardcore, but it does really make me want the full game. I'm just really psyched that Butthole Surfers and Reverent Horton Heat made it on there (the full version, not the demo).

It's sad, isn't it?
I thought it would be easy to get as set accepted too, but they're very picky nowadays.
Not that I mind too much, this site is too fun and I've already met all sorts of cool new people!
Hope you find it as great as I do!

On Friday night my friend and I went to Kentucky and back in one night. But we didn't even leave Columbus until midnight. This happened following a coffee-fueled political and philosophical discussion at the Waffle House, we just started driving down the highway after that and decided that we didn't want to turn around. We stopped at Jolly Pirate Donuts, drank more coffee, smoked cigarettes inside, and I ate a yummy jelly donut. Then we just kept going.

I saw a place called "The Franklin" in Clay Township, an old, run-down and borded up Motel. The sign was all big and bean shaped, with burnt out lights around it; it was extremely fifties style. That building gave me the worst FEAR I've ever experienced in my life. I just had this feeling that bad things had happened there, and then everything I saw after that became instantly horrifying and spooky. We got lost in Portsmouth trying to find the detour for 23 and ended up on Highway 52 - the most haunted and terrifying of all highways at night. Something about it didn't seem right, I demanded that we turn around. Maybe it was the FEAR left over from The Franklin. I don't know, but I do know that I wish it had been daytime so I could have taken pictures of these things.

We realized we were in Kentucky when we started noticing highway signs reading "3116" and "2317". That was weird. We stopped at a Kroger in Ashland and got a soda and then headed back. The Dollar General had a giant shale cliff looming behind it. I took a picture of the blue fire coming out of a smokestack at a big steel mill. On my camera phone it looked like a blue comet hurdling down to finally end humanity.